David closed his eyes slowly, tears falling from beneath his eyelids.
This couldn't be happening, it just couldn't be. A person who had changed
his world, everyone's world, was dead.
A person that had given them all power, stamina, a will to fight for what they believed in. That person was now cold and lifeless, their heart no longer beating steadily in their chest, their breathing stopped.
Finally, David walked into the empty Manhattan bunk room, except for one bed in which a person who was still unable to live life since *the incident*, lay quietly in a bunk. He walked over to the bunk and kneeled in front of it. The tired and worn newsie looked up from the dime novel they were reading. "David, hi, I'm glad you came to see me. I've been feeling so lonely ever since, well, *that* happened, everything has been so different."
They were of course referring to the horrible thing that had taken place in that old abandoned ware house. Only a mere month had passed since then. David bit his lip to keep a tear from leaking out again. "I know, it's been so hard, for all of us. But, I'm sure someday things will return to normal. How are you doing?"
"Miserably, I don't know how I'm going to ever get on with my life. The constant pain is unbearable. But, how's Spot doing?"
David shook his head sadly. "Not too well, I think he's feeling really lonely too, but we all just have to take it slowly. One day everything will be healed. I just hope Spot can wait that long."
"Well, his legs seem to be working fine; he's down here every other minute."
"No matter how hard it is for him to come, I think it helps him." David said, smiling lightly.
"David, you look like you've been crying. Is something wrong?"
"No, not at all. I'm crying because I'm happy. I'm just so overjoyed that someone like that is dead."
"Oh, is *that* what you've been crying about? You're such a wuss sometimes, I swear. Oh, Spot!" Spot Conlon stepped through the door and cautiously made his way to the bed. "You know, Spot, if you walk normally, it might not kill me."
Spot ignored the comment and watched as David stood up and walked to the door of the room. "I have to go see what Les is up to, I'll come back later." he said, then left.
Spot smiled and sat on the edge of the bed carefully. He looked down and traced the quilt's pattern with his fingernail lightly.
"You know, I've missed you Spot."
Spot smiled and looked up. "I've missed you too, Randy."
(Gasp! read on.)
"What were you and Dave talking about?"
Randy frowned. "It's just, all I've been able to do is lay here in bed while I get all fixed up. I hate waiting to be up and about." Randy's eyes glanced toward her healing stomach angrily.
"I know it's hard, but if you're patient, before you know it you'll be out selling with the rest of us again."
"Gee, when did you become so wise, *Oh Great One*?" said Randy, sarcastically.
Spot smiled. "It comes with being a leader."
Randy raised her eyebrows disapprovingly. "Oh, is *that* it?"
Spot grew even cockier. "Well, I *am* the king."
Randy grinned broadly. "Oh, I know, da king of morons, right?" Spot laughed and stroked her face tenderly. "Spot, this is horrible. Everyone keeps treating me so differently. I get so lonely; everyone is always leaving because they think I need 24 hours of the deafening silence. I want things to go back to normal."
Spot took Randy's hand and squeezed it comfortingly. "Randy, you *do* need rest, and they're just doing what they think is best."
"Spot, David tells me you've been lonely."
Spot grinned slightly. "I have, being the leader of Brooklyn gives me certain responsibilities. But, every moment I'm there fulfilling them, I'm aching to be with you." Randy blushed and squeezed Spot's hand. "What else were you and Dave talking about?"
Randy smirked happily. "David was actually *crying* because he was so happy Pulitzer was dead. But, I can't really blame him. It's one more evil the world is freed from."
"Yeah, we're all glad he's gone." Spot brushed a stray piece of Randy's hair from Randy's forehead tenderly. "Randy, I've been thinking."
"That can't be good. You didn't hurt yourself did you? Any broken bones? Let me see your tongue." Randy joked.
Spot smiled for a second, but then went back to a serious expression. "If you hadn't survived what Venom did to you-"
"Spot. . . . ."
"No, let me finish. If you hadn't survived what Venom did to you, I don't think I would have been able to make it. When I felt your pulse, I was so happy. I just want you to know, I love you. I love you more than anything else I've ever known, more than life itself. And, I hope you realize that, cuz it's true. When I thought I lost you, my whole being crumbled, my life was gone. You are my world."
Randy was speechless, so, she decided to let her heart do the talking and leave her brain out of it. "Spot. . . . . ."
"What?" said Spot, a little apprehensive. He had just spilled his soul and she wasn't saying anything, which, in the least, was more than a bit alarming.
Randy's eyes filled with pure, sweet, joyful tears. "God, I love you." she choked out before Spot carefully scooped her into a hug, being as gentle as possible, on account of her stomach.
As she cried happily into his shoulder, he whispered something over ad over.
"I love you, too." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
:: Wipes tear: WASN'T THAT SWEET! ANS SHE'S NOT DEAD!!! *throws confetti up in air and sticks out tongue like its snowing:: Paper, gross..but somehow, delicious! Anyway, I hope that I fooled some really stupid person into thinking she was dead at the beginning of the chapter. lol. Oh, and this isn't the end of the story. A few things are still left unexplained. So, please, PLEASE PLEASE PLEEAASSEEEEEEE REVIEW!!!!!
Swing Hial
~~Randy~~
A person that had given them all power, stamina, a will to fight for what they believed in. That person was now cold and lifeless, their heart no longer beating steadily in their chest, their breathing stopped.
Finally, David walked into the empty Manhattan bunk room, except for one bed in which a person who was still unable to live life since *the incident*, lay quietly in a bunk. He walked over to the bunk and kneeled in front of it. The tired and worn newsie looked up from the dime novel they were reading. "David, hi, I'm glad you came to see me. I've been feeling so lonely ever since, well, *that* happened, everything has been so different."
They were of course referring to the horrible thing that had taken place in that old abandoned ware house. Only a mere month had passed since then. David bit his lip to keep a tear from leaking out again. "I know, it's been so hard, for all of us. But, I'm sure someday things will return to normal. How are you doing?"
"Miserably, I don't know how I'm going to ever get on with my life. The constant pain is unbearable. But, how's Spot doing?"
David shook his head sadly. "Not too well, I think he's feeling really lonely too, but we all just have to take it slowly. One day everything will be healed. I just hope Spot can wait that long."
"Well, his legs seem to be working fine; he's down here every other minute."
"No matter how hard it is for him to come, I think it helps him." David said, smiling lightly.
"David, you look like you've been crying. Is something wrong?"
"No, not at all. I'm crying because I'm happy. I'm just so overjoyed that someone like that is dead."
"Oh, is *that* what you've been crying about? You're such a wuss sometimes, I swear. Oh, Spot!" Spot Conlon stepped through the door and cautiously made his way to the bed. "You know, Spot, if you walk normally, it might not kill me."
Spot ignored the comment and watched as David stood up and walked to the door of the room. "I have to go see what Les is up to, I'll come back later." he said, then left.
Spot smiled and sat on the edge of the bed carefully. He looked down and traced the quilt's pattern with his fingernail lightly.
"You know, I've missed you Spot."
Spot smiled and looked up. "I've missed you too, Randy."
(Gasp! read on.)
"What were you and Dave talking about?"
Randy frowned. "It's just, all I've been able to do is lay here in bed while I get all fixed up. I hate waiting to be up and about." Randy's eyes glanced toward her healing stomach angrily.
"I know it's hard, but if you're patient, before you know it you'll be out selling with the rest of us again."
"Gee, when did you become so wise, *Oh Great One*?" said Randy, sarcastically.
Spot smiled. "It comes with being a leader."
Randy raised her eyebrows disapprovingly. "Oh, is *that* it?"
Spot grew even cockier. "Well, I *am* the king."
Randy grinned broadly. "Oh, I know, da king of morons, right?" Spot laughed and stroked her face tenderly. "Spot, this is horrible. Everyone keeps treating me so differently. I get so lonely; everyone is always leaving because they think I need 24 hours of the deafening silence. I want things to go back to normal."
Spot took Randy's hand and squeezed it comfortingly. "Randy, you *do* need rest, and they're just doing what they think is best."
"Spot, David tells me you've been lonely."
Spot grinned slightly. "I have, being the leader of Brooklyn gives me certain responsibilities. But, every moment I'm there fulfilling them, I'm aching to be with you." Randy blushed and squeezed Spot's hand. "What else were you and Dave talking about?"
Randy smirked happily. "David was actually *crying* because he was so happy Pulitzer was dead. But, I can't really blame him. It's one more evil the world is freed from."
"Yeah, we're all glad he's gone." Spot brushed a stray piece of Randy's hair from Randy's forehead tenderly. "Randy, I've been thinking."
"That can't be good. You didn't hurt yourself did you? Any broken bones? Let me see your tongue." Randy joked.
Spot smiled for a second, but then went back to a serious expression. "If you hadn't survived what Venom did to you-"
"Spot. . . . ."
"No, let me finish. If you hadn't survived what Venom did to you, I don't think I would have been able to make it. When I felt your pulse, I was so happy. I just want you to know, I love you. I love you more than anything else I've ever known, more than life itself. And, I hope you realize that, cuz it's true. When I thought I lost you, my whole being crumbled, my life was gone. You are my world."
Randy was speechless, so, she decided to let her heart do the talking and leave her brain out of it. "Spot. . . . . ."
"What?" said Spot, a little apprehensive. He had just spilled his soul and she wasn't saying anything, which, in the least, was more than a bit alarming.
Randy's eyes filled with pure, sweet, joyful tears. "God, I love you." she choked out before Spot carefully scooped her into a hug, being as gentle as possible, on account of her stomach.
As she cried happily into his shoulder, he whispered something over ad over.
"I love you, too." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
:: Wipes tear: WASN'T THAT SWEET! ANS SHE'S NOT DEAD!!! *throws confetti up in air and sticks out tongue like its snowing:: Paper, gross..but somehow, delicious! Anyway, I hope that I fooled some really stupid person into thinking she was dead at the beginning of the chapter. lol. Oh, and this isn't the end of the story. A few things are still left unexplained. So, please, PLEASE PLEASE PLEEAASSEEEEEEE REVIEW!!!!!
Swing Hial
~~Randy~~